[ There's a gasp on her lips when the door opens, something quickly bitten back in favor of offering him a small smile, the expression admittedly a little shy not only as a result of their being on a date, but also the matter of how damn good he looks. It broadens a little when he compliments the dress as she steps through the doorway, and once the door is closed behind them she moves to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, something chaste and sweet, a proper greeting for a date before she steps back once more.
And then there's the matter of the compliment. She has to say something, of course, she can't just let it pass without commenting on it, but the anxiety is fighting to win this battle, wanting her to brush it off or reject it.
It takes her a moment, and Eula squares her shoulders in determination, managing to keep that smile on her lips. ] I'm glad you like it. And you... you look amazing.
[ It's an understatement, really, but she can't find the words right now to do him justice, to tell him how beautiful and handsome he looks all at once with the neat, tied back style of his hair, the suit fancier than anything she's seen him in before.
Mostly, though, she's glad to see him properly back on his feet and moving around. Even if, she can tell from the way he looks at her, from the words acknowledging their situation, that he's just as nervous as she is. Eula reaches out to take his hand in hers, fingers linking through his in an attempt at comfort. ]
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And then there's the matter of the compliment. She has to say something, of course, she can't just let it pass without commenting on it, but the anxiety is fighting to win this battle, wanting her to brush it off or reject it.
It takes her a moment, and Eula squares her shoulders in determination, managing to keep that smile on her lips. ] I'm glad you like it. And you... you look amazing.
[ It's an understatement, really, but she can't find the words right now to do him justice, to tell him how beautiful and handsome he looks all at once with the neat, tied back style of his hair, the suit fancier than anything she's seen him in before.
Mostly, though, she's glad to see him properly back on his feet and moving around. Even if, she can tell from the way he looks at her, from the words acknowledging their situation, that he's just as nervous as she is. Eula reaches out to take his hand in hers, fingers linking through his in an attempt at comfort. ]